 ... and I had expected attention and rapture, they seemed indifferent, and made only cold and every-day remarks. I broke off at the conclusion of the second canto; it was impossible for me to read any more. My poem, which had seemed to me so beautiful...  The Improvisatore - Page 262by Hans Christian Andersen - 1869 - 341 pagesFull view - About this book
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...more. My poem, which had seemed to me so beautiful and so spiritual, now lay like a deformed doll, a puppet with glass eyes and twisted features ; it was...there were some very pretty things in the poem ; that what related to childhood and to sentiment I could express very nicely. I stood silent, and bowed,... | |
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...more. My poem, which had seemed to me so beautiful and so spiritual, now lay like a deformed doll, a puppet with glass eyes and twisted features ; it was...if they had breathed poison over my image of beauty ' They had mistaken both it and me, but my soul could not bear it. I went out into the great saloon... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - English literature - 1845 - 614 pages
...more. My poem, which had seemed to me so beautiful and so spiritual, now lay like a deformed doll, a puppet with glass eyes and twisted features ; it was...if they had breathed poison over my image of beauty ' They had mistaken both it and me, but my soul could not bear it. I went out into the great saloon... | |
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...more. My poem, which had seemed to me so beautiful and so spiritual, now lay like a delbrmed doll, a puppet with glass eyes and twisted features ; it was...they had breathed poison over my image of beauty. ... ' They had mistaken both it and me, but my soul could not bear it. I went out into the great saloon... | |
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...more. My poem, ' which had seemed to me so beautiful and so spiritual, now lay like a deformed doll, a puppet with glass eyes and twisted features; it was...they had breathed poison over my image of beauty. ... ' They had mistaken both it and me, but my soul could not bear it. I went out into the great sa\oon... | |
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...expressed naturally its own emotions, they said I had borrowed from another poet. Whenever my soui had been full of warm inspiration, and I had expected...nicely. I stood silent, and bowed, like a criminal, for 4 gracious sentence. " The Horatian rule," whispered Habbas Dahdah, pressing my hand very kindly and... | |
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